"Um?"

Zhao Qingyi's body was slightly stiff for a moment, but she just expressed her doubts calmly.

As cold as ever.

"hehe..."

"The dark pavilion has surveillance."

Pavilion Master Lin looked at the rumored iceberg goddess in front of him and chuckled.

For a moment, the air became quiet.

Zhao Qingyi subconsciously turned the index fingers of both hands and index fingers, and maintained a cold appearance, which looked quite painful.

"I'm cheating, I'm cheating."

He kept muttering.

"Forget it, none of these matters."

"According to what I know, the assessment tasks assigned to you by Lingnian University this time are the dark pavilion in the central area."

"I think... I should go to Xinjiang City."

"There can be guarded by the human race there."

"Yeah, yes."

"guard!"

At this moment, Zhao Qingyi clenched her fists, and said with a little passionate blood.

But I soon noticed something was wrong, coughed, put down my hand, and once again returned to my cold face.

I couldn't help but murmur and added: "It's not because of peace of mind."

...

"well."

"Actually, Lingnian University asked me for your evaluation information."

“My advice is…”

"The place you are most suitable for is the Dark Pavilion."

"The battlefield is not suitable for you."

"So, I think you should follow the arrangements of Lingmian College."

Master Lin looked at Zhao Qingyi with a complicated expression.

In his eyes, Zhao Qingyi is just a piece of uncensored jade, crystal clear, natural and pure.

Such people have a very simple heart.

It is not suitable for the intrigue atmosphere near the Demon Suppression Pass.

Especially in Xinjiang.

That is almost the forefront of the human race.

All that was filled with intrigue and intrigue.

The demon clan, cult, and various large and small organizations are all gathered here.

Including some evil people who are on the top of the human race.

Xinjiang City is synonymous with risk.

But again, risks always coexist with benefits.

With Zhao Qingyi's character, it is too difficult to make a name for himself in Xinjiang.

"No...it's OK."

Zhao Qingyi lowered her head, bit her lips lightly, and said to herself: "I can, I...I can definitely."

"They can all die and sacrifice for the sake of human race. I... why can't I do it?"

"Yes, I can do it!"

Zhao Qingyi's eyes gradually became brighter and firmer.

Sigh lightly.

"I hope you remember that in Xinjiang City... don't trust anyone."

"Always keep a calm, alert, and suspicious heart."

"If you continue to be simple, there will only be more and more borers, and the slags will rush over and there will be no bone residue left that you swallow."

Master Lin's expression was extremely solemn when he said this.

Open your mouth solemnly.

Zhao Qingyi nodded in confusion.

"Half of the mortality rate of the genius of the Mo Academy is in the Demon Suppression Pass, and the other half... is in the Xinjiang City."

"But if one day you can rise in the Xinjiang city, it means..."

"You can really stand alone."

"Goodness is left to the people."

"But facing the enemy, iron blood is the only standard!"

"Come on!"

Pavilion Master Lin repeatedly lit up in Zhao Qingyi's ear.

Zhao Qingyi nodded: "Thank you, Master Lin."

"I... leave first?"

She pointed to the distance and asked hesitantly.

"good."

Pavilion Master Lin responded and looked at her.

Feeling the gaze of Lord Lin, Zhao Qingyi felt uncomfortable all over her body, and she turned around carefully and walked towards the distance.

Speed ​​up.

But the gaze seemed to be with him like a shadow, always there.

He suddenly stopped and turned around.

I found that Pavilion Master Lin was following not far behind him, with a smile on his lips.

"People Lin... can't be from the cult."

"Or he covets his beautiful face, want to..."

For a moment, Zhao Qingyi's heart was filled with panic and she was moving faster and faster.

But Pavilion Master Lin always followed Zhao Qingyi ten meters away, carrying his hands on his back, looking extremely calm.

finally...

When he walked to a relatively sparsely populated place, Zhao Qingyi stopped.

Ice sculptures appeared behind him.

"People, I...I'll go to the station."

She thought for a while and said.

Pavilion Master Lin nodded: "Well, I'll go to the station too."

"I'll go to Xinjiang City!"

"What a coincidence, I'll go to Xinjiang City too."

...

Question and answer.

Question and answer again.

The air became a little quiet.

Looking at Zhao Qingyi's vigilant expression, Pavilion Master Lin smiled: "It seems that you are still a bit vigilant, it's good."

"I am no longer the deputy head of Mo Pavilion."

Speaking of this, Lord Lin’s expression was a bit complicated, and his tone was a little lonely.

But Zhao Qingyi was even more cautious.

The cold air spreads.
To be continued...